When the cannon fodder meets the villain boss

After all, Zhao Xinguang is a prince, and he has some power in his hands after years of careful management. If he wants to investigate something, as long as no one deliberately obstructs it, it is very easy.Besides, Nangong Weiran didn't want to play hide-and-seek with King Ning.

So, Zhao Xinguang soon knew the whereabouts of Nangong Weiran, a farmhouse on the outskirts of the capital.

On the second day after receiving the news, Zhao Xinguang took Wu Su and the three martial artists he recruited to the suburbs in plain clothes.

Situ Cang is a person who will not wrong himself if he has the conditions, and of course he will not wrong his little brother. Although this mortal world has no spiritual veins, even if it is next to the cultivation world, the spiritual power in the air is so thin that it can be ignored, but apart from the spiritual In addition to pulses, there are formations. As a sword cultivator, Situ Cang devotes himself to sword cultivation, but he is not as ignorant of other things as Nangong Weiran. A spirit gathering formation can gather all the spiritual energy in a radius of ten miles here. In addition to this, a few second-grade spirit stones were added, so when Zhao Xinguang entered this very ordinary-looking farmhouse with only two houses surrounded by a fence, he couldn't help being shocked, and suddenly felt a kind of pain all over his body. Unspeakably comfortable.

Zhao Xinguang's eyes couldn't help but a hint of surprise flashed, because he didn't think that what he felt just now was the reason for coming to the suburbs.

Zhao Xinguang couldn't help looking at the two people who didn't look at them even though they came uninvited. One of them was dressed in black and had a half mask on his face.Sitting opposite him was a man in blue. This man was very handsome, but he had an air of alienation and indifference all over his body, and he seemed very unapproachable.

There is a game of chess on the table between the two, one person holds black pieces and the other holds white pieces, and they are playing chess intently.

Zhao Xinguang couldn't help being interested, walked over, glanced at the chess game, and suddenly couldn't move his eyes any longer.What the two of them played was exactly what that man, the black-clothed martial artist, made him think about for a long time and couldn't break the chess game.

Zhao Xinguang put his attention on the chess game, and Wu Su, who followed Zhao Xinguang, looked at the two people without any trace.

If it was just the first glance, many people would think that these two people were born in the martial arts world, and they were just martial arts masters.But Wu Su, as a staff member, had a delicate mind, and soon discovered the difference. The fingers of these two people did not have a trace of calluses that a martial artist should have, and their skin was as white as jade, better than those pampered concubines in the palace.Wu Su's eyes fell on the clothes on them. They were obviously the most common style, black and blue were the most common colors, and there were no dark patterns or bright embroidery to show their identity, but the fabric of the clothes...

Wu Su was secretly startled, and couldn't help looking at his lord, but Zhao Xinguang was still focused on the game of chess, and didn't notice Wu Su's anxiety at all.

Wu Su had no choice but to take a few steps back, and came to the three martial arts masters recruited by Prince Ning's Mansion, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Chang, Mr. Zhan, and Mr. Hao Zhuangshi, what do you think of their martial arts?" His voice was suppressed. It was so low that even people standing next to him would not be able to hear him if they were not paying attention.

Chang Jian is about forty years old, he is a good swordsman, and he is considered a first-class master in the Jianghu. Because he offended a very difficult person, he relied on the protection of the palace.

"Very powerful." Chang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly. Although these people didn't look like martial arts practitioners, he didn't feel the aura of those two people when he closed his eyes. It was so perfect for him to restrain his aura. The martial arts of the two must be higher than his, but when did such a powerful person appear in the martial arts?Chang Jian glanced at the saber on Nangong Weiran's waist. As a swordsman, he has a natural sensitivity to swords, and that sword is very powerful.

"A very dangerous person." Zhan Meng is a very tall man, one look at his strong muscles can tell that this man has practiced kung fu very well.Regardless of his rough appearance, he is not a reckless man. In fact, he was fully on guard as soon as he entered the yard. The man in blue made him feel dangerous.

Hao Gang is a very thin young man with a pair of flexible eyes. He may not be outstanding in other kung fu, but his light kung fu is definitely top-notch.In fact, he was a thief, more precisely, a thief. The thief's intuition told him that there were treasures in this place.

"Wait, this is a dead game!"

Seeing that the man who took the black piece actually left a piece at a dead end, and blocked himself to death, Zhao Xinguang originally wanted to uphold the principle of "a true gentleman who watches chess without saying a word" and just doesn't say much, but he was caught by this "god" The pen broke all of a sudden.

Nangong Weiran, who was holding the sunspot, raised his head and looked at Zhao Xinguang who was standing there, his eyes were so indifferent, so indifferent that Zhao Xinguang felt as if he had been poured by a basin of cold water, cold from head to toe.But the next moment, this feeling disappeared without a trace, as if the feeling just now was just an illusion.

"Why can't I do this?" Nangong Weiran asked.

"This..." Zhao Xinguang shook his head, temporarily putting aside that illusion, "Didn't he just block his own way by playing here? There was still a glimmer of life, but now he didn't put his own pawns Did you kill it?" Zhao Xinguang pointed to the chess board and said very puzzled.

The corners of Nangong Weiran's mouth curled up slightly, forming a very faint smile, and he picked up the black pieces one by one into the chess box next to him with his fingers. Killed a lot, but it seems that Heizi has more possibilities!

"This..." Zhao Xinguang was a little unbelievable, "It's still possible to do this?"

"Put it to death and live later." Nangong Weiran began to lay a child again.

The chess game continued, and under Zhao Xinguang's unblinking gaze, this sunspot actually turned defeat into victory? !

"This...how is it possible?" Zhao Xinguang couldn't figure it out, but he didn't have time to think about it, because Nangong Weiran saluted him with the cold tea that had been placed beside the chessboard.

Bring tea to guests!

Wu Su couldn't help frowning, but he thought of something that pulled King Ning who was about to be angry because of being neglected, so that King Ning suppressed his anger.

So Zhao Xinguang didn't even have time to say why he came, and he was served tea to see off the guests.

After leaving the farmhouse, Zhao Xinguang turned his head and saw those two people still playing chess there. For some reason, looking at those two, Zhao Xinguang felt that the courtyard was shrouded in a layer of mystery.

These two must be extraordinary.

"My lord." Hao Gang suddenly moved to Zhao Xinguang's side, took out a few pieces of paper with handwriting from his sleeve and handed it to Zhao Xinguang, "I just took this from a stone table in the yard."

When others were focusing on the two players playing chess, Hao Gang looked around. Although he couldn't find the treasure in his intuition, he still let him see some places that others ignored. The paper is covered with words, and there are brushes and inkstones beside it.

Although Hao Gang didn't know what was written on it, Hao Gang's intuition told him that these would be useful to the prince.A thief tends to trust his intuition more.

Zhao Xinguang couldn't help but frown. To be honest, this Hao Gang would be one of the best if it wasn't for lightness kung fu. He still doesn't want to hire such a thief. "Did you take it?" Zhao Xinguang glanced at it, and was immediately attracted by the writing on it.

After a while, Xinguang Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is the art of war." Zhao Xinguang knew that this was not the place to look carefully, so he put the few pieces of paper into his sleeves, and looked back at the farmhouse again, before Zhao Xinguang left.

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Nangong Weiran pinched Heizi and sighed: "The Art of War by Sun Tzu was so hard to write, but someone took away two copies."

"Isn't this the bait you put?" Situ Cang smiled, pinching his jade-like white fingers, making his slender and white fingers even more crystal clear like jade.

Nangong Weiran couldn't help being taken aback, looking at Situ Cang, he suddenly felt his heart beating faster.

"Junior brother?" Situ Cang couldn't help calling out again when he saw Nangong was still in a daze.

"Well, I'm Jiang Taigong, a fishing wisher who took the bait." Nangong Weiran smiled and settled down.

"Sun Tzu's Art of War" has a total of thirteen chapters. As long as many time-travel novels involve military or strategy, there must be "Sun Tzu's Art of War".Although the trick is clichéd, it is undeniably very useful.Even though it was just two pieces of paper, without a beginning or an end, Zhao Xinguang praised the subtlety.

Although Zhao Xinguang is an idle king who does not care about government affairs, although his mother's family is not visible, his wife, Concubine Ning, is from a family of generals, and his brother-in-law is still stationed in the frontier. million people.His father-in-law had also led the army in battle, and he was an old general who had actually been on the battlefield. Although he was at home now, many of the people he promoted back then occupied the positions of middle and upper-level officers in the Jing Dynasty army.

As an ambitious prince who did not want to attract attention, King Ning did not ask for a noble daughter from a great family, but chose Princess Ning, who was not very well-born, which was Wu Su's suggestion.

Although the daughter raised by such a family is not the famous lady respected by the nobles of the Jing Dynasty, she must be strong and courageous.Concubine Ning was also raised by her father who was a general as a son, and she was very familiar with the art of war.

So when King Ning handed these two pieces of paper to Princess Ning and savored them carefully, Princess Ning couldn't help but sincerely praised: "My lord, the person who wrote this art of war must be extraordinary. It must be unparalleled to use soldiers to plan. The word 'ghost' is well deserved."

"This king also thinks so." Zhao Xinguang sighed.

"If the prince wants to achieve great things, this person must not be missed. [Notice: Please tell each other that the only new address of Yan'qing is] The author has something to say: Thank Sun Wu!